Private What Lies Ahead

[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Brain Stew
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Kaila Irons

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Her eyes were heavy with large dark circles around them against her abnormally pail skin. Tamsin hadn't slept well for days, her mind ravaged with the thoughts of Susevfi, Zunjo, and Woostri so much information to process in so little time. Her mind whirled with all the new knowledge she had gained, what she had learned, and just how misplaced she was in this Galaxy.

Her tired and heavy eyes stared forward at the training dummy in front of her, made if she worked out hard enough, she would just pass out from exhaustion. She was a clone of the thing inside of her, and Dathomiri whatever that meant. She had seen exactly what the demon inside her was capable of on Woostri, was all that blood on her hands because she was essential that thing. Not a real person, just made in the lab of a monster that wanted everything dead.

The Demon's revealed so much to her on that war-torn world, showed her exactly what she could be. The power it had, it's true destructive nature…..to think she was capable of or built to do those things in the name of a Demon she did not yet know the name of. Just an old and lost title Darth Sokar, meaningless almost like it had been expunged from the records.

She stared at the dummy some more in the training hall Kaila Irons had set up for them on Echnoes. She brought a fist up to the dummies head slowly putting it right up to the dummies face, she just stared at the hand next to it's face. Not her hand but the small hand of the monster inside her. Everything about her unoriginal, just a copy of someone who wanted back into this reality to destroy it and it all. What was her purpose or meaning?

Was she just the vessel for this things return nothing more. Kaila was strong and she allied herself with even stronger people. Yet when she had seen what was in the mind of the Demon she wasn't sure any of them could truly stop it or if she herself would be strong enough to fight it when it got to full strength. Plus, it was her in reality even if they somehow defeated it, would she not just become it in time. She didn't want to be it, it felt like enslavement all over again. A fate she could not fight she was this thing on a genetic level, the very demon that possessed her won no matter what. It was born into this reality again and only time mattered now before it tried to crush it weather by it's hand or Tamsins.

She stared at that fist up against the dummy's face, the rage, the anger that she could change nothing. That the will had beat her, trapped her in in a no-win choice, it frustrated her and with rage she cocked back her fist. "Who the hell am I!" She screamed her eyes flaring orange with her anger as her fist came forward fast with the strength of duracrete and slammed into the head of the practice dummy as it touched a force blast erupted from her fist, the dummies head exploded into stuffing and leather bits. "Just a figment of a monsters desires to live forever." She sighed as she looked at the destroyed training dummy. Unaware there were eyes watching her as she was lost in her own thoughts.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Tamsin Graves

"Good kill."

Said Kaila, standing in the doorway.

But there was something to be said about the enthusiasm in her tone, or lack thereof. She sounded mournful, distant, despite the gentle, whisper-like quality of her voice.

It hurt to see her sister, clone or not, pained so. Kaila knew the pain of identity well, all those questions.

"We'll have to replace it. That's okay, I know the answers hurt. I did the same, when my stolen memories were revealed."


"You're my sister, Tamsin... and we are so much alike." she reminded her.

If no other truth would comfort her, let that be the one. Gods please, let that be the one.


Kaila's soft yet monotone voice never really changed as she approached, cradling a little wooden tray with that familiar tea set in her arms. Nor did she ever lose that understanding, concerned frown.

She sat down a few paces from Tamsin, arranging the whole set, pouring herself a cup.

The kettle spout was left dangling over a second cup as she looked up at her, wordlessly pleading with her to take a short break, to share a soothing, warm cup her sister. It was Tamsin's choice however, and she wouldn't press the matter. The girl had been robbed of choices all her life, Kaila no longer wished to push.

"Hm. Can't say I know that trick though."​

"Do you want to talk about it?"

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[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Brain Stew
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Kaila Irons

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"Was it?"

She looked at what was left of the dummy and at her fist. War and all the Gala events had kept her mind occupied, distracted from what was really going on.

"Better the dummy I guess then one of the combat droids." She knew her sister was trying to understand and find common ground. Stolen memories of a life one lived or in Tamsin's case one she never lived someone else did. Yet what if those memories told a story of something you wished you never knew of a person you never really were.

"We are in more ways then should be possible. Both slaves created by demons of sorts, our pasts hidden from us by those demons."

It was true the demon inside Tamsin had created her in its image, and Carnifex had tried to mold Kaila in his image. They both had so much taken from them, but Kaila was able to escape her demon but Tamsin was her demon or her demon was her.

She finally turned to face her sister and looked at the tea, to which she nodded and moved to take seat as Kaila poured her a cup.

"Between Susevfi and Woostri when…she…me whatever?" She shook her head as she tried to find away to describe the thing inside her, the thing that had been her in another life and body. "When it was flooded with so much power. Some of her memories bled over."

She looked at her fist, again sitting across from her sister.

"The de..her..me I guess? Was trained to by a face I cannot make out, but it was someone I know have met and someone actually important to her." Her eyes went to the tea now sitting in front of her.

"This man tells her…me that you strengthen your body or body part. That it helps to have a thick bone structure. Then you speed up your movements…that part I haven't gotten totally down." She was still figuring out some of the fragmented memories that bled over there was some truly terrifying things she had seen and felt. It was better to try and focus on these little memories rather than the really bad ones.

"Then you strike once you do you focus a force blast from that body part to make the impact even greater. I used my hands because that is what you taught me with but in the memory the man used his skull on rock and destroyed it."

Tamsin tried to let a small smile cross her face as she looked at her sister.

"It's one of the better memories that bled over. I don't think she...me whatever was ever really what you could call happy they hated this reality saw it as cruel and not worth living in. Yet she I guess me did have a few good moments."

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Tamsin Graves

Kaila poured another, and offered it with a sad smile.

Then she sipped her own, staring at Tamsin with that same eerie focus that she always seemed to, though more saddened than usual. A bit more like her old self, back when she was still a Kainite pawn. But it wasn't her own captivity which bothered now, only Tamsin's.

Her lips twisted bitterly, despite the sugared tea, with every instance which Tamsin addressed herself and that thing as one in the same. But she listened carefully, gave Tamsin the full attention which she deserved yet so often Kaila failed to provide. It was not her turn to teach, even if she may offer guidance here or there, nor was it her turn to tell stories, insightful as they may be.

But the insight which her sister provided into her mind, were painful.

"She was experienced then," Kaila chose to pursue a different thought.

"But not enough to survive." she offered a faint smirk.


But another sip, another sigh, and Kaila couldn't quite shake those bothersome thoughts from her little metallic head.


"Tamsin..." she looked up at her, lips slowly twisting while she fought for the right words.

"You are a clone, yes... But you are not a vessel. An empty thing. You are a person, with your own thoughts, your own feelings."

"Your own... you."

Kaila sighed into her cup, and drank deeply. She was usually better with words than this, the fact that she struggled with these emotions, with supporting the woman she had taken in as her own kin, bothered her. They were Sith. Nothing should be beyond their grasp, not dispelling that foul voice in her head, and not comforting her own blood.

Yes, blood...

"You... are Tamsin. Tamsin Graves, Tamsin Irons, Tamsin."

By it's doing or not, Tamsin's blood flowed in her veins, and hers in Tamsin's. She was family, she was sith, she was so much more than she gave herself credit for.

"One day you will take a Darth name, I am sure of it. It will be your name, not hers. Not anyone's, only yours."


"And when they erect your statue in the Eternal Church, it will be your face set in stone." she hummed.

It was a sweet, sour sound. One which spoke of inevitability and pride alike.


She closed her eyes then, finishing the last of her tea.

"Your anger makes you strong, you felt it. She is right to teach you the value of hate..."

"The fear... the sorrow... it can be made to serve, to become hate."

She reached out to gently squeeze her shoulder.

"But do not give in to despair, dear sister..."

Her grip tightened, just barely.


"Hate her."

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[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Brain Stew
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Kaila Irons

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"Experienced….she proclaimed to the angel on Woostri she had destroyed worlds before." Tamsin did not know the name of the angel she had seen or what Katherine Holt 's species was just that it looked like an angel. "Also, that they had died before and came back. Which means I am probably not even close to the first clone." Tamsin wasn't even sure if that was better or worse knowing that she wasn't the first or even possibly the last.

She listened to Kaila's words of being her own person, her own thoughts, and her own feelings. She looked deeply at the cup of tea before her, not sure if those words were true.

"Even if we defeat her, I consume her or you do. I could still become like her and that scares me. I do not know what twisted her so. I…" Tamsin wasn't sure how exactly to explain what she meant or felt exactly. "If I don't know what made her that way I won't know how to stop it from happening to me. She cares about nothing and no one I have felt it so many times she looks at you and everyone else like you are nothing. It's deeper than even the way some sith look at people, some sith see people as tools still useful, she will look right through a person like they aren't even real to her."

It was something she couldn't exactly describe the way the demon stared at people, it wasn't hate or even malice it just didn't think what it was looking at truly existed. Almost like looking at a hologram you could see right through the image standing before you.

"Tamsin Irons….." she whispered as she lifted the tea to her lips to take a sip. The warm liquid touches the skin, the sweet flavor permeating as it touches the tongue. The soothing flow as it slides down the back of the throat with a soft gulp.

She drank to hold back and stop the cracking in her voice had she chosen to speak in that moment. If she had anymore tears left to cry surely there would have been some but some of joy at the sound of that name. They were family an oath of blood, to share a name would be a great honor to that oath. That alone meant more then any darth title or statue that Tamsin knew maybe one day would make Kaila swell with pride.

"The demon had a Darth title, I couldn't find it in any of the archives though it was like it had been expunged or they never gained any notoriety. One of the memories leaked onto me was her being bestowed it, it was Darth Sokar." Tamsin was still trying to figure out the meaning of Sokar but it had something to do with life and death but their was a deeper meaning to it Tamsin still was not sure off.

"Hate and anger are powerful on Woostri, when you called to me, I tried to fight her. I was angry that she tried to keep me from you. That she wanted me to feel that isolation again, she believes sith only know betrayal that it is better to be alone then the victim." It was strange now that Tamsin spoke it out loud it followed strange route of logic it was the Jedi that shed attachments but so had the demon. Yet the demon had done it to avoid being betrayed or at least to Tamsin it seemed that way. Nothing in any of the memories it had shown remotely lined up with jedi or suggested the demon had ever been a jedi. "No not a jedi, a slave…?" Tamsin remarked out loud as she realized then the demon had been a slave.

A slave does not trust, a slave does not get close, for the master whip is meant for another slave not you. It is what divided slaves and kept them from revolt distrust in their fellow slave. Your fellow slave would rat you out for the masters favor and to avoid the whip or worse. "I hate her, Kaila I do….but part of her is me." Maybe more than she knew. "So I hate myself which is despair is it not?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Tamsin Graves

"When a priest loses his religion, does he hate himself, for being made in the image of his god?"

Kaila glared with questioning intensity, as if it were the most important question she would ever ask of her.

"No! we turn on our gods."

She took one more sip of her tea, hand shaking with a newfound rage. The young Darth set it aside then, standing, clenching interlaced hands behind her back. This "Sokar" had been allowed to poison her sister's mind long enough, and she was beginning to hate this wretched spirit almost as much as Tamsin did.

Because it was trying to turn Tamsin into the same thing she once was.

"I do not care that she has destroyed worlds, that she has cheated death nor survived betrayal."

"She is nothing."
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"Just like Solus was nothing..."


Anathemous turned away, jaw visibly clenched in a quiet, seething rage.

"In her paranoia, Kaila Solus, left herself with nothing, and no one. Like Sokar, she was a child, lashing out at all in her path. She was nothing, and to her, the others were even less."

"Her master, her maker, taught her this. She let herself be molded by Him, she turned away every ally, convinced that she was not worth their time, that her only value was to be used and betrayed. So she killed them. Every apprentice in her class, until only she remained."

"Her self loathing and her paranoia nearly got her killed, surrounded by enemies, refusing help."

Anathemous took a deep breath, and for a time, the fire seemed to cool as her gaze softened on Tamsin.

"Until one day, she was struck by revelation... It wasn't her fault. How could it be, when she did not choose this life? But she could choose to make the most of it. And so she allowed herself to be loved, and turned her hatred outward. She turned on her god, and created a new one;"

"...Anathemous..."

she whispered.

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With slow, almost enchanted steps, she steady closed the distance, gently tracing Tamsin's cheek as if wiping away tears that weren't there, not in the physical realm, at least.


"Your body is a temple, Tamsin, and you are it's god now. Sokar is but the foundation, the rubble atop which you will build something new, something your own."

"And I will be the first of a great pantheon at your side, something she never had."

Finally Anathemous returned to her seat, taking a sip of her warm tea, thinking carefully of how she would support this newest demi-god of the sith faith.

"Tell me what you know of the Eternalist church."

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[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Brain Stew
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Kaila Irons

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She felt the caress of her sister's hand on her cheek on her cheek as she was pulled out of her thoughts on the story of Kaila Solus. Tamsin knew it was her sister's story, though she had never heard her use the name Solus before. Yet she had heard the story many times before and had even been there for parts of it. Yet the way she described herself wasn't what Tamsin had seen since she met Kaila.

Tamsin knew that Kaial had felt broken and lost when they first met but she saw her sister as always strong, confident, and with a vision of her future. It hadn't gone exactly as planned, that was for sure in fact Kaila had talked about leaving the sith entirely at one point and together the two of them would fight fate. Kaila had even feared bringing her into the sith fold early on but now here, they were together.

"She is loved." Tamsin's affirmed through trembling lips, she avoided calling Kaila her hero cause she knew she hated it. "She is my best friend…maybe only friend and my sister." Tamsin no matter what Kaila had thought of herself, she was the strongest person she knew. Well, okay there was Quinn Varanin with her force storms and Eira Dyn was pretty scary when she wanted be.

She withheld one thing about Sokar from Kaila though, there was a point when it felt Kaila lost the force and threatened to snap her neck. Yet Tamsin had managed to stop it from happening, but there was something else in that moment that Tamsin had noticed Sokar on some level feared something with in Kaila and it wanted to end it.

"But how do I do that, how do I build myself up? You had someone to fight back against, my enemy lives inside of me…I can barely fight them off and they grow stronger." The question was more to herself than to Anathemous. Yet her own words had betrayed her to her master, she said barely which meant she could or had. She had indeed fought back not much but enough to keep it from attempting to kill Kaila also a little when Kaila had tried to telepathically communicate with her.

"Eternalist church is where we went the first time on Jutrand right? With the shrines to all the dark lord spirits? You ate one and then there was the one that told us to go Zonju V that knew Sokar?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Tamsin Graves

She is loved.

This was something she knew, logically speaking. Quinn, Kirie, Tamsin and perhaps some others, all made the effort to show her this. And yet even now, these words brought a tear welling in her eye.

"I know." she said, wiping it away with a little smile.

"But this is about you, that you are loved, and knowing this."

Kaila patted the floor beside her, signaling Tamsin come closer, for little reason than to hug her sister on arrival. Regardless she continued to ponder the state of their predicament. Tamsin was right, her enemy dwelled within, this wasn't something The Empress could protect her from, it wasn't something she could run through with a lightsaber.

Thinking on it, Kaila had not saved herself from Carnifex. If The Empress were to withdraw her favor and were He to believe she'd outlived her usefulness to the empire in such an event, she'd be disposed of immediately. She wasn't powerful enough to face him on her own, not yet.

She knew this.

She supposed in that way, He was still her Sokar. An untouchable hand of fate which could be delayed, but not defeated. Even if the spirit was excised from her apprentice's body, would she not find another clone to haunt? Just as Carnifex too would surely return from death.

But their lingering influence over the two women, perhaps through hate, that could be turned to strength even still, if not washed clean outright.

"They are both merely extensions of The Will." she concluded.

"Here only to spread suffering, punishment to those of us who dare defy the Force, and to fuel the endless war needed to justify the existence of Jedi, The Will's primary enforcer."

"It all returns to fate in the end. That is how you must see your foe, an avatar to direct your hatred for The Will. In this way, she will give you strength, but not from her teachings. Not from disparity."


"Zonju..." Kaila sighed deeply, her frustration mounting at a situation which should rightly be resolved.

Zonju should have explained everything they needed, not given them more questions. The spirit should have been drawn out, Tamsin should have been freed and vastly more powerful for it.

"I wish that place had the answers you seek. I wish the church had the answers we seek."

"But..."

"I was wrong to write them off completely. I've recently reviewed their holy scriptures, and it would seem we are not alone in our crusade against fate as I once thought. Word for word, they believe as we do, almost."

Kaila took a sip of her tea, pondering the implications. The Sepulchral were unnerving, untrustworthy even, and yet they weren't going away anytime soon. One remained in her court even now, Tamsin had likely seen his undead form whispering "advise" into her master's ear on more than one occasion since The Empress placed him here to demonstrate Echnosian loyalty to the throne.

But perhaps they were more useful than she'd realized.

"I will lend you a copy of their 'Codex Eternal'. It's a fascinating read, actually. And I shall permit the construction of a larger church in the city. Perhaps the faithful may be of assistance?"

Kaila hummed in thought.

"Well, at the very least, that is another social hub you've access to. A manipulator's first concern is to isolate the target, and I suspect that's what she wants of you."

"I'm not saying we'll 'defeat her with the power of friendship', but..."

She fought back a laugh.

"It's one of the two tools I'll offer up today."

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[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Brain Stew
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Kaila Irons

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Tamsin moved sluggishly and tiredly towards Kaila as she beckoned her closer. She had noted the small smile on her sisters face to hide away the tears of knowing she was loved but Tamsin said nothing. She also knew that getting closer to her sister she would no doubt be embraced in one of those stiff hugs she liked to give.

Though Tamsin didn't mind she felt comfort in her sisters' strong arms. She felt safe, protected from all her burdens. Just for a moment she could feel a little peace like nothing in the world could touch her, not even the spirit of Sokar. She sat right down next to her sister a half smile trying to cross her face.

Even hearing Kaila tell she was loved, yes she knew she was but their was Sokar ringing in her ears telling her it was all a lie. It was strange when she was close to Kaila she felt nearly the say comfort she felt in the isolated state Sokar had put her in on Susevfi. It was a different feeling for sure but in both states she felt at peace and like nothing could touch her.

She listened carefully as she always did, hanging on Kaila's every word about how the demon was an extension of the very will they had vowed to fight together. She listened to how Kaila correlated it to her experience and her own. It was true even though their fight wasn't exactly the same, both were a product of fate. She exhaled heavily. "Fate, sucks…"

"It had just enough answers to torture me and those around me. She wants us asking more questions then she is willing to answer. I know I am a clone, Dathomiri, and was made on Zonju V. It doesn't answer the who, the why, or what of it." Tamsin had answers to where she was born or made in this case, she kind of knew what she was now even though that left even more questions in her mind. It left an unsatisfied taste in your mouth when you laid it all out.

Her ears perked up though as Kaila said she was wrong, and her right eyebrow quirked up in a curious look. As Kaila went on to explain and offered to lend her a copy of the Codex. "Lend?" Her tone dripping with sarcasm and a smartass tone. Her sister loved to say lend or let her borrow, they lived in the same estate and shared the same library. Sure Tamsin didn't own anything here it was all Kaila's technically but still she had almost free roam to use, read, or do whatever she wanted so to her saying lend or borrow was just a weird quirk her sister always said for some reason. "You know I am not leaving, until you kick me out." She said continuing on teasing her for using the word lend. Also for a moment of happiness in bleakness that was her life right now. "You won't though, you need me." It was in jest but really, she needed Kaila she had been the only stable thing in her life even if it had been pretty chaotic for a bit there.

The building of a larger church was bit intriguing to Tamsin more then just the reasons Kiala had presented. Yes, it meant more socialization, but also because it seemed the larger the church the more influential people would come to your world. To Tamsin that meant she could learn more the one thing her and Kaila had in common thriving for more knowledge.

Though her sister's insight into Sokar's manipulation through isolation made a lot of sense. "She wanted me to find people, get close to them at first. I don't exactly know why just to isolate me. I think she wanted to show me betrayal and cruelty of reality that she was above it and beyond it." Tamsin was just speculating what exactly Sokar was trying to do, Tamsin wished she had some memories that had bled over to explain this to her but as of now that was, yet another unanswered question left hanging.

"Well, getting closer to people will surely piss her off at the very least….." It was true even though at that moment she couldn't feel the demon she knew it was there listening.

"What is the second tool?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Tamsin Graves

"You know I am not leaving, until you kick me out." She said continuing on teasing her for using the word lend. Also for a moment of happiness in bleakness that was her life right now. "You won't though, you need me."

"I do. You're not getting away that easily." she stifled a chuckle.

It was true though, she needed Tamsin, and for a variety of reasons. Not just because she needed an ally to watch her back, or to prove to herself that she was worthy of an apprentice.

She found the it difficult putting the exact reason into words.

Maybe she just enjoyed the little rascal's company too much to let go.

That's exactly hearing the things Sokar had said and done to her caused the young Vahla's stomach to sink again. Kaila knew her own reasons for feeling this way about it all weren't entirely selfless. She wished to see Tamsin's freedom on it's own merits of course, but Sokar wasn't only threatening her sister, but to repeat the seemingly endless cycle Kaila had lived for so long, of getting close to people and watching them fade away. And every one of them took a little more of herself with them to the grave.

"I believe she means to break you." she explained, idly stroking her sister's hair.

"I've seen a rebellion put down like this once— take away their last hope, then offer new hope through compliance."

"But we're not just rebels, are we?"

She reached into the collar of her robes, pulling from her neck a bone and crystal choker.

"We are sith."

The black kyber felt cold in the air, even without touching it, and the bones which flanked each were covered in strange symbols that perhaps even Sokar may find foreign. Kaila knew that she was watching, listening, but she would have to gamble away a few of her secrets to protect Tamsin.

"Sometimes it is necessary that we do not merely break chains, but become them."

"This is the second tool I will give you. The chain." she said bitterly.

"I will pull from it a crystal containing the soul of an ancient sith lord, and forge it into your new amulet. You will claim his power for your own, if not consume more, perhaps even Sokar."

Then quickly as she had presented it, Kaila slid the collar around her neck where it had once been. Where it always seemed to be.

"So long as you wear this new gift once we have it fitted, these spirits will be bound to your will and only your will."

"Let us see how she likes competition."

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[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Brain Stew
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Kaila Irons

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Tamsin nodded as Kaila's said Sokar was trying to break her. Build up hope first in letting Kaila save her, befriend her, and even become her sister. Make Tamsin think she was safe and had a chance at happiness. Then take it away, show her the only thing she could depend on was them. It made perfect sense though she wasn't sure how to fight against it, it almost seemed an impossible task when you could escape your manipulator and torturer.

They were indeed rebels, more then that sith….the rebel sith. It had an oddly familiar sound to it as it ran through Tamsin's mind. She watched Kaila pulled her choker from her neck. Tamsin knew what it was, that day on by the hot springs of canto bight, Kaila had explained it a little.

As Kaila held it out to her, it was the first time she had seen it from her sisters neck and up close. She looked over the engravings on it, she wasn't sure what it was or what it said. The demon lurking the depths of the mind, didn't need to read it. It could sense the strong Magick in it knowing full well what the choker could do. Yet it did not stir, just watched through the eyes of the young girl.

"What about you?"

Tamsin asked, knowing well that such an act of generosity might leave her sister unprotected. Though it was a foolish thought if Tamsin was honest with herself Kaila had consumed many spirits by now and would remain protected.

"Wait.."

She had a momentary thought and was about to speak it out loud but stopped herself and erased the thought quickly from her mind. How could she tell her sister what she just thought of in that moment as she put the choker back around her neck. She had an idea from looking at the amulet and noticing the bone, but if she spoke it or thought it the demon would know.

So, she pushed the thought away. "I don't think she will like it one bit…." No she knew that Sokar would try to fight everything Kaila said tooth and nail. That did worry Tamsin a lot and made her wonder if maybe she should run to keep those she loved and cared about safe. Looking at her sister though she knew she couldn't, she had made an oath to her sister even if she feared the demon or even, she might break it one day if she turned into the thing inside her.

"We will have to be cautious." She paused for a moment looking at her teacup now empty, without a second though she fumbled the cup and let it fall to the ground, crashing and smashing into ceramic shards.

As it smashed, she quickly moved to start picking up the pieces "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" It had been a deliberate act one she hoped Kaila could see through but not get upset about. As she started to pick up the pieces, the demon didn't seem to stir so maybe it had worked. As she picked up the pieces of the shatter cup the ceramic material bit into her hand cutting it causing it to bleed. Instinctively she dropped the pieces in her hand now covered in her blood back to the ground.

She looked at her bloodied hand just superficial cuts that would heal easily but she then said the strangest thing. "Not to the bone." She winced a little in pain. "But there is blood." The play on words it was hard not to think about what she was saying but she was trying her damnedest. She hoped Kaila would pick up what she was getting at, not bone, but there is blood the same blood of the demon resided in Tamsin.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Tamsin Graves

"I'll be fine, Tamsin." she smiled some.

"I have other sources of power from which to draw."

Kaila glanced but briefly at her finger, and the band of echani silver wrapped around it. Tamsin, or her spectral passenger, could take the statement as they wished. Be it from ghosts, enchantments or something else, Darth Anathemous was a woman of many unnatural talents and powerful allies.

"We will have to be cautious." She paused for a moment looking at her teacup now empty, without a second though she fumbled the cup and let it fall to the ground, crashing and smashing into ceramic shards.

As it smashed, she quickly moved to start picking up the pieces "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"Yes, we'll have to develop a-"

The cup dropped and shattered. Were her student's hands truly so shaky? Kaila knew her sister carried a great burden upon her shoulders, but perhaps she'd been so focused on fixing it that she'd not stopped to consider the toll it exacted upon the girl.

"I... it's alright, I'll get another. Let's discuss this all another time, you should rest, eat perhaps."

Extending her hand, Kaila began to levitate those pieces furthest from Tamsin, collecting them in a slowly spinning cloud of jagged shards which floated safely away from her sister. From one of these, a red drop curled along it's point, sliding down it's curved edge until it dropped to the padded floor below.

Her eyes widened a bare inch...

Tamsin was bleeding.

"Not to the bone." She winced a little in pain. "But there is blood."

"Chit... I don't have my medpac, let's get you to the medchamber."

Kaila said, grunting as she pushed herself to her feet.

She made a half turn towards the door, more concerned with treating the cut than cleaning, only to make an abrupt stop and a double take. There was something about her words, she realized, something a little more grandiose in the way she spoke. It reminded Kaila of the way she spoke herself, not "proper" she supposed, having only adopted this manner of speech later in life, but deliberate. Designed to grab attention.

Rusted-gold brows furrowed in thought and lips pursed.

Blood...?

She swallowed uncomfortably against the collar around her throat. She pulled it looser, realizing she'd tightened it too much. It was then she realized the bones of Parasideus were being pressed into her skin.

Bone.

Not to the bone, but there is blood.

Kaila narrowed her eyes upon the shards in Tamsin's hand, some still dripping with the girl's blood. That sanguine life essence that often formed the basis of all sith alchemy, especially enchantments. And her blood... was Sokar's.

She smirked. Tamsin had been paying attention to her lessons after all.

"Here," she held her hand out.

"Give them to me. I appreciate your diligence, my apprentice, but you should tend your wounds."

"I will handle the blood myself."

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